I don't know how much is Fernando, the person, writing or one of his alter egos, but he makes a really good point that during childhood we are constantly dreaming even when we are awake, and that is what makes our lives so unexpected and interesting, not because they're new, but because they're literally fantastic. I loved this because it goes against the usual realist outlook that adult disillusionment is simply caused by repetition. Pessoa advocates a dreamlike existence hidden from reality. He advises not to act, because action achieves nothing (In this way he is like the buddhists and could be compared to Kiyoaki in Spring Snow, who is commented on by his friend Honda as completely lacking will but nonetheless will be remembered the same as all his contemporaries as "a man of his age"). The writer is the preternatural daydreamer. To a Marxist revolutionary, this all sounds like idealist claptrap, but I think Pessoa might've been onto something, and Marx's recommended interventions all ended in destruction instead of emancipation.